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I write to keep from going mad from the contradictions I find among mankind - and to work some of those contradictions out for myself. If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves. - Michel de Montaigne

Tuesday, December 21

Holiday vacation.

We've been talking about going on a trip to Kuching for months. And it came true on the 17th of December. I know it's not London or Paris, but at least I'm out of the city for awhile, no? I don't know if it is me or it is really dejavu that I'm having. I'm currently in Sibu and it doesn't feel like I'm in Sibu. When I was in Kuching, I felt like I was in Melaka and even Kuala Lumpur. A lot of place resembles. I have to keep reminding myself where I was at the time or else I'll be lost in my thoughts. Vacation is always fun, but having to sit in a car for hours on bumpy roads is just not right. Another problem of traveling by land is the toilets. It's not hard to find a toilet, but a toilet with less stench and working flusher is just so hard to find. Plus, we have to pay them RM 0.20 even when the toilets are obviously disgusting. It is sure a difficult situation for those who are having menstrual cycle. But sometimes they are the ones who make the toilets even 'merrier'. There's no one to blame in this. It's the ladies, clearly.


Okay, I didn't know that I would be so into the toilet story. LOL. The first night I was in Kuching, I had to attend a dinner wedding with my aunt. It was in Pullman, the so-called-5 star hotel. I assumed she is my aunt's best friend cause it seems like my aunt was the wedding planner or something like that. I got involved, surprisingly. I helped the bride with her Iban costume, polishing her nails and that sort of stuff. I felt pretty good, you know, cause people thought I was someone close to the bride when actually I was not and that made me feel welcome to the dinner.

Oh, this is the bride and the groom :) The groom looks like Mr. Bean or Rowan Atkinson, but I didn't say a thing to my aunt until I got back to the hotel my family and I were in. LOL. The groom comes from Germany and the bride is Sarawakian-lah. He's actually sweet in person. It was so nice to finally see couples like this, you know, sweet. Very sweet. I never thought a man could be so sweet. 

I was seated with a charming couple at table number 4. They're so friendly. The man is a German (man in white suit), and the wife comes from Thailand (lady in red). I can't describe how well were both of them. You've got to meet and talk to them, you're gonna fall in love immediately. By the look and the charm and the jokes too.

The second day in Kuching, my family and I did nothing much. Went to Sarikin and The Spring. Had enough fun I must say. I wanted to go and swim in the pool at Grand Margherita, but due to some annoying problems, I had to sit in the hotel room and go online.

The third day was very pleasurable, but regrettably, we lost our camera. I remembered all the photos in the camera. I remembered the place where we had our last shot. It was so frustrating. Adi was the one holding it and it got lost in the museum. However, that didn't really stop us from having a great time. We went to Santubong. I got really excited cause I've been there before for a one week camp. I know you know whenever I get excited, I'm just annoying. We went to Sarawak Cultural Village. I liked it so much there. I wish to go again. I met Jerry Kamit, but I didn't realize it was him until I saw his photo on the board. I heard him playing 'Flora' with his Sape and I recognized the song immediately. He played the song with the Sape once more when he heard me saying something about the song. It was really nice, you know. At four, we watched the dancers doing their thing on stage. I liked all their performances. Seriously. We head home, I mean hotel, after that.

That's just quite it. I'm gonna talk about some stuff later on, on the next post. I'm really tired and I'm laying down while typing.  



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